There is SO much to say about the retreat this weekend, but I am far too tired physically and emotionally to give it the proper reflection it deserves. Sharing the details is important to me, so that will happen in the days to come.
For now, I share some of the basic facts. There were 6 couples in attendance. 5 of the patients were male. 2 out of 6 were minorities. 4 were in their 40s or younger. The sole woman was about 50. All of the stories were so so hard.
The location of the retreat was isolated. The rooms did not have televisions so at the end of the day there was not that mindless distraction. The beds were tiny – Dave and I haven’t slept that close together since ever. And to quote City Slickers, “Food’s brown, hot, and plenty of it.” But none of that mattered.
For now, I leave you with this advice. 1) If you enter a room and there are chairs set up each with its own box of tissues, fasten your seatbelt because you are in for a hell of a ride. 2) Should you find yourself attending a couples retreat at any point in your life, do not for a minute consider wearing mascara unless you want to channel Tammy Faye Baker.